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Here lately the Sandman mocks me
with his calls to sleep that are nothing more than brutal sarcasm
To report to my bed at night
is the highest level of futility
Even the sheep are laughing
I’m here all week
joined at the hip with the dead
you live with constant reminders
a sober remembrance of fragility
the time you will return to dust.
My heart beats just for you and
Lord Jesus Christ knows its true and

Your gentle smile a warm and sunny ray
Brightens my world in every single way

And I'm thinking about you today
And I'm smiling away and

Like stars above that shimmer in the night
Your presence fills my world with pure delight and

A melody so sweet your voice I hear
Whispering love banishing all my fears

And my soul finds solace in your sway
I think about you every day and

In your warm embrace
I find my safe domain
Where joy and peace eternally remain

And with every breath
I take my love for you takes flight
Two little doves kissing
In the morning sunlight and

Your eyes a window to a loving soul
Making me complete making me whole

And the Lord Jesus Christ knows
I'm thinking about you

And my feelings are so true and
My endless love for you will stay pure

Like summer breeze your tender touch I crave of I'm thinking about you and
A love so deep beyond the silent grave

My darling love my everything my friend
Our beautiful journey hand in hand will never end.
True Love ❤️ 😍 💖
Here,
Let me wet
your quill
That's what
I call
a fresh
start
Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
I am convinced
that 85 percent of H.P.
is composed
of chatbots.
a fake-*** poem
in the style of Rupi Kaur
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